Thursday, March 25, 2010

series colors of the night - correspondances





 acrylic,pens,epoxy,embossed aluminumand brass,mirrors, CD parts, glass gems, amber,onyx,aventurine, turquoise, Swarovsky crystals,acrylic gems
10.5 x 13 in
It has 4 layers of epoxy, on which I painted and put things. It looks 3 dimensional in real. The CD parts  produce a small prismatic effect.Almost the whole painting is underlayed with a mirror, which reflects the light from the back to the colors and makes them look metallic and shining through.

more of my artwork at
http://www.wolfgangschweizer.com

Correspondances
Charles Baudelaire
La Nature est un temple où de vivants piliers
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles;
L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.

Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent
Dans une ténébreuse et profonde unité, Vaste comme la nuit et comme la clarté, Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se répondent.

II est des parfums frais comme des chairs d'enfants, Doux comme les hautbois, verts comme les prairies, — Et d'autres, corrompus, riches et triomphants,
Ayant l'expansion des choses infinies, Comme l'ambre, le musc, le benjoin et l'encens, Qui chantent les transports de l'esprit et des sens.

Correspondences

Nature is a temple in which living pillars
Sometimes give voice to confused words;
Man passes there through forests of symbols
Which look at him with understanding eyes.

Like prolonged echoes mingling in the distance
In a deep and tenebrous unity, Vast as the dark of night and as the light of day, Perfumes, sounds, and colors correspond.

There are perfumes as cool as the flesh of children, Sweet as oboes, green as meadows
— And others are corrupt, and rich, triumphant,
With power to expand into infinity, Like amber and incense, musk, benzoin, That sing the ecstasy of the soul and senses.

—translation by William Aggeler 1954

Zusammenklang
Im Tempel der Natur, in Säulengängen,
Durch die oft Worte hallen, fremd, verwirrt,
Der Mensch durch einen Wald von Zeichen irrt,
Die mit vertrauten Blicken ihn bedrängen.

Wie weite Echo fern zusammenklingen
Zu einem einzgen feierlichen Schall,
Tief wie die Nacht, die Klarheit und das All,
So Düfte, Farben, Klänge sich verschlingen.

Denn es gibt Düfte, frisch wie Kinderwangen,
Süss wie Oboen, grün wie junges Laub,
Verderbte Düfte, üppige, voll Prangen,

Wie Weihrauch, Ambra, die zu uns im Staub
Den Atemzug des Unbegrenzten bringen
Und unsrer Seelen höchste Wonnen singen.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Enchanted Night

acrylic, pen, epoxy resin, embossed metal, various gems, enamel powder, pyrite and galss splinters on wood panel, 16 x 20 in

A big part of the painting is under a thick coat of epoxy resin, which you cannot really see in the photo.

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